Due Date

Twice I was hospitalized in this same room, stared at its four walls, prayed for my unborn child and myself. Upon discharge the second time I remarked, “Next time I am here in this room it will be with my new baby.” My hopeful words were spoken but would never come to pass. – A haze of sadness in December, baby is lost, passed in the ER six stories below Room 637 – Today, May 25, 2008, my due date. I make my rounds in the hospital looking in on new moms and their precious bundles. I enter Room 637 as a caretaker, not a patient. She holds her child and glows in the light of newborn love – An aching sadness washes over me yet my smile does does not betray these feelings lurking just beneath the surface. I wish the best for her. Yet how desperately I long to be her, holding my newborn baby with my family hovering all around me. How I long for you on this day, May 25, 2008, the day you should have been born.

Laura,
It breaks my heart to read your blog.You are strong to express your loving thoughts for your little angel.I lost my first in 1967.my children just found out two years ago,When my grandson was killed in an accident.I will keep you in prayers.
a friend
Carmen